*i need to vent, so if you are tired of reading whiny posts, come back another time.. Cheers.*
I have been in a funk. So, planning my wedding isn't so much fun. My mother isn't happy for me and I can't get over it. It is heartbreaking for me. While I have surrounded myself with positive people, it isn't the same as having your mom on your side.
As for my eating, it has been horrible. The stress has triggered all kinds of disordered eating. It is odd this time though, because I know as I am stuffing my face, that I am doing something incredibly wrong... and yet I do it anyway. I find I start the day OK: I eat a good breakfast, I have a cup of tea... then at about noon, I find some sort of snack, and then dinner is meh. I have no excuse. I even prepare healthy choices so they are right in front of me, but I keep making a right turn into path of destruction. Grr. I have even let good food spoil, in favor of total shit.
So, with this, so has gone my half-Marathon. My lovely job has decided to send me to Singapore, despite time off of work booked, so I am going to miss my OBX Marathon.. I am really bummed. I trained hard. I feel defeated. I am too bummed out to look for an alternative race.
So, I just weighed myself, and I am 223.8. This just sucks. No progress in weeks... I need to snap out of this, but I am just not seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. Meh.
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